Monthly Archives: May 2013

A-top the world, within the sky, Upon a snowy peak he stands. Two—climb to reach him ere they die, To satisfy their eyes and hands, And fill with joy their minds supreme Who followed all their lives a dream. Integrity … Continue reading →

He who “runs” a country Has cams for citizens, And they run round and say they’re free In little slavery pens. Who likes his country to be “run” Sees himself “runee”, Pretending that he’s having none— Responsibility. From a country … Continue reading →

Sharia, bare evil, Of evil Muhammed— The non-human devil Who lived to be dead. He killed for each lie That ran through his head And hated each joy Until it was dead. No honor, no love, Just fear that he … Continue reading →

Sharia evil-rule Isn’t understandable Except to evil savages And their vile ravages. Shark-toothed Sharia Bites innocent swimmers, Pulls down with hatred Where Allah’s smile glimmers. His pig-snout is bulbous; His pork-face is green; He loathes every freedom And man-made scene. … Continue reading →

I am Eden struck through Heaven, Desire lifts high my soul; I rose from naught, and now I’m even, On me depends my goal. To know my solid, loving pride Must come from me alone, That I must will each … Continue reading →

With shined gold shoes upon her feet She murmered, “I am dressed complete.” Outside, a feather blue flew fair; She stuck it in her golden hair, Then walked the beach where none could see The rest of her was nudity. … Continue reading →

For the essence of your evil souls, Which hate American success; For the foulness of your lying minds, Which hate American happiness; For your unconstitutional policies, Which diminish individual rights; For that malice of your being, That would smash American … Continue reading →

With eyelids half-closed over sparkling half-eyes I ‘magine me sweet butterflies That inward veer and out, far, near, A-play with hands of catching tries, And laughing lips and leaping feet, Till off behind a bush they go. I sit beside … Continue reading →

She lies along the length of her dull bed With paintings of the beauty in her head. Her illness goes, by oh, too slow degrees, And yet she’s happy for the things she sees. The lines of genius and its … Continue reading →

I’ll soon go up to the heights again, to the winking stars and the sky, For I have got a rocket-ship and the sharpness of my eye, And my whole mind and my soul’s song, and the light steel streaming, … Continue reading →

A dozen paintings on a wall, A hundred statues standing tall, A thousand symphonies of might, A bursting million beams of light— All are fragile things and few Next to love in me and you. The mountains high, the valleys … Continue reading →

She sat there in the straight-back chair, With elbows on the table; A pen lay by her hand, astray, And paper on the table. She thought of what she’d write her love, But yet she wasn’t able; The roots were … Continue reading →

She walked swiftly through the station. Yes, She had a train to catch. A sunshaft Shot through and down from windows high And caught her face and lit her eye, And like a flame in fairy tale Her hair blazed … Continue reading →

He came as one not spent of life or love, Tall in stature, glad-eyed, and firm of face. She saw, and thought of jet-trails high above, Competence in the sureness of his pace. His deep blue eyes swung, capturing her … Continue reading →

In days of old, When we were young, We sang the gold That is the sun. Now days are young As we grow old, For all we sing Is inner gold.

Far in the darkened cavern of a room A man sits reading in a shaft of light Flung through the window as the dawn through night. All around is age and dust and gloom, And yet he sits there giving … Continue reading →

Many unwise sages say desire is low, That want corrupts a pure mind’s easy flow, That angels fell, and Eve lost her good place, Desiring pleasure in expected taste. But they are wrong, these dunces of the mind; Yea, wrong … Continue reading →

In the hallways of Heaven an angel stood and sang, “God isn’t real,” and through all the hundred halls the echo rang as many hundred times, “God isn’t real,” “God isn’t real,” “God isn’t…”. And God heard, and shook and … Continue reading →

There is a place where children poetry write, Give measured words to paintings in their sight. They say them well, they have an artist’s eye, And add imagination to their lyric try. Their teacher teaches true, and so they’re free … Continue reading →

The evil of Islam is blacker than night; Yea, night is as day next an Islamite. It’s born of a hatred for reason in man, Hates every achievement that ever began; It hates every beauty, hates every choice, Hates every … Continue reading →

A gold banana moon in dark blue sky; Horizon pale green o’er mountains high; Those solemn peaks are almost black to see As softest cooling airs waft in to me. I sit inside my room in my hotel; I hear … Continue reading →

In all the land there is no poem of worth That speaks of man above the sky and earth. Then shout, inventors; merchants, give deep voice! Let all the world hear virtue of your choice! Let thinking men and women … Continue reading →